Isobelle
"I'm going to . . ." I reared my head, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull, seeing stars bursting in my vision.
"Not yet," he growled. "Look at me."
I locked onto gray piercing eyes that blazed with authority, ordering me to wait, and they wouldn’t be denied.
Alex pinned me down by the throat, not enough to choke me but adequate enough to exert dominance. The head of his c**k was pounding on the door to my cervix, letting it know that there was a new sheriff in town.
"Now come for me," he ordered.
The orchestra of flesh slapping against flesh and cries of unabashed passion soon reached its crescendo.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I moaned, hitting an octave that rattled my eardrums.
Alex slammed inside me with a roar, his hot jets painting my womb with his seed.
“Isobelle!” Alex gr
